She burned through you like an incense,
Slow.
Until there was nothing left at all.
The wooden stick was all you had left,
But you threw it away.
I will search everywhere for the remains,
and I’ll keep it close.
I will soak it in oil and light aflame,
so your love won’t have to feel the pain
of burning out again.
Author: Hannah Grimes
Author Bio: I’m Hannah from Saint Louis, Missouri. Writing is new to me, but I use it to express what I feel gets stuck on the inside.
Link to social media: Instagram @hannah.svrsn
